[Verse 1]
She built her world in careful layers, stone by stone,
A crowded inner life she mostly faced alone,
Five threads pulled tight beneath the surface, out of view,
The work done in the dark still holding everything true,
The louder voices never quite convinced her to perform,
She kept the deepest fire burning quiet through the storm,

[PreChorus]
But the equinox is tilting, day and dark divide,
And everything she gathered in is asking to come wide,

[Chorus]
Lisa, the harvest doesn't wait for the world to call your name,
You thawed the frozen ground alone and quietly grew the flame,
What you tended in the shadow grew the tallest and the best,
Lisa, bring it in from the field — you've more than earned the rest,

[Verse 2]
Her heart went loud and proud inside the walls of home,
A generous, wide-open warmth she kept mostly unknown,
She measured out devotion in the meals left on the stove,
In the long, unhurried tending of the ones she chose and loved,
She gave her loyalty in full before she asked for any share,
A deliberate, considered love — slow to ignite, but rare,

[PreChorus]
The equinox won't barter, it just levels what is due,
And the scales are finally turning back to you,

[Chorus]
Lisa, the ledger's been imbalanced for a good long while,
You were the one who steadied every room with every mile,
Now the even day has broken and the even night is clear,
Lisa, step into the open — every season built to here,

[Verse 3]
She carried questions of belonging like a wound that wouldn't seal,
The community she envisioned always slightly past the hill,
But the mind that crossed from logic into something past the known
Has always been the rarest gift that she was fully shown,
The ones who doubted what they couldn't categorize or name
Are simply those who never learned to read a hidden flame,

[PreChorus]
The turn of equal hours rings a bell she always knew,
The yield is hers — the whole long labor led to who she grew,

[Chorus]
Lisa, the field you worked alone is golden in the angle of the light,
What was hidden in the turning of the year has found its right,
You are the harvest and the keeper and the hand that sowed the row,
Lisa, everything you are is ready now — and ready now to show,

[Bridge]
Let the weight of the unnamed be set down on the ground,
The vision of the gathering you dreamed is finally found,
You don't have to earn the table that you built board by board,
Come sit at the head of it, Lisa — it was always yours,

[Outro]
The equinox holds nothing back, and neither should you, Lisa,
Bring everything you are into the open, into the true,